Monday, October 31, 2016

Marigolds (trimeric poem)


When moving through midsummer’s haze
We search for answers, try in vain
To understand the seasons’ maze
Spring’s budding trees, and winter’s plain

We search for answers, try in vain
And meanwhile trees grow tall, and we
Shed like dry leaves ambitions vain

To understand the seasons’ maze
And find instead the utmost glee
In marigolds stuck in a vase

Spring’s budding trees, and winter’s plain—
From autumn’s top we clearly see— 
Peak of October will explain



Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)


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